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Give dust to life, give life to dust, |
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CrusadesAlloyed in a void, |
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I am torn, |
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I am born, |
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CrusadesRuderal roots tulleric shoots in cahoots |
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Making life out of death chthonic breath meristem, |
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Jubilee, I am free, so |
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I rise from debris, |
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Other seeds who are weak need a spur so |
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I speak,Every word like a burr, so hoist my voice and rejoice, |
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Just a spark from the dark ignites a thousand to march |
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So we embark on a drive to split from the stem, |
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Divide out of the clade, a parade to invade, |
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CrusadesGlory to grow as part of a whole, |
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CrusadesWe are roots, we are soil, we are leaves, we are souls |
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CrusadesBroad canopy from the tree, a decree, |
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Blazon to the world we were born to press on, |
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Blank the sky with our kind, make the branches align, |
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Sing the spores to the throng, fill the fields with our song, |
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We are bright in our blight, full of poison and pomp, |
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Molded as one, we will outshine the sun, |
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Spread like vines as we climb, knots that can't be undone, |
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The crusade has begun, turn the many to one, |
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CrusadesLet the blind be led by the dumb |
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CrusadesThe |
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Philistines arrive at the gates |
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CrusadesLet the brave lie down on their swords |
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CrusadesThe devoted unleash their wrath |
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One ant is no ant, no branch is a tree, |
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CrusadesJust a part of a plant |
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I gave up to be free, |
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CrusadesRejoice in the life that |
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I gave to a wave, |
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Of likes that will die and behave all the same, |
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To populate the terrain until all that remains, |
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Is our kind of one mind, evolved and refined, |
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Fall from the crown, |
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I will rot on the ground, |
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Left by the march that moves on as the sound, |
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From their step fades, alone, for a purpose |
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I'm placed |
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Born again in new roots that will rise from my waste |
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Not proud of it |
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Not proud of it |
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I've wasted a lifetime |
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Not proud of it |
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We died, then we're born again. |
